I saw that hundreds of meters away, two monks were each holding a magic weapon, fighting to the death. Since Yan Wushuang was only a low-level monk at the fourth level of Qi cultivation, his divine sense was far inferior to that of a foundation building period monk, and by the time he discovered the foundation building stage monk, he had already been exposed to the two of them.

"It's over, the first time I went out, I met a monk in the foundation building period......" Yan Wushuang's back was cold, and his mind was quickly thinking about how to slip away.

He has heard a lot of people talk about it in the door, saying that there are countless cases of unprovoked murder in the immortal cultivation world, especially when he sees other people's secrets!

The two monks in the foundation building period both had the cultivation in the early stage of foundation building, and they were also of the same age. The blue-robed monk was quickly pinching the magic trick, manipulating a small cyan sword to fight with the yellow-robed monk, his face was particularly solemn.

The yellow-robed monk was not in a hurry, and put a small gray shield in front of the small cyan sword, glaring at the blue-robed monk fiercely!

The two monks continued to inject this spiritual power into their respective magic weapons, and they didn't seem to notice Yan Wushuang's intrusion at all.

"Good opportunity!" Yan Wushuang hesitated for a while, seeing that the two bigwigs didn't take themselves in their eyes at all, he felt uneasy.

"Whew!"

"Ahh

Yan Wushuang hadn't taken two steps before he suddenly felt a burst of spiritual light arrows shooting, and then his abdomen sank, and there was a thumb-sized ball of light in his dantian.

"Boy, since you see it, I can't let you leave alive!" the blue-robed monk said in a hoarse voice, looking unquestionable.

"Before, senior, junior just passing by, no, not intentionally!" Although he didn't know what the light group in the dantian was, Yan Wushuang also understood that the other party was a monk in the foundation building period, and if he didn't kill himself on the spot, there must be something wrong with the light group, and he couldn't move around at will.

"When I get something, I'll send you reincarnation, hahaha!" The blue-robed monk was very proud, and between laughing, he urged his spiritual power at the cyan sword.

Under the urging of a large amount of spiritual power, the momentum of the cyan sword soared, and it gradually had the momentum of breaking through the gray shield. The yellow-robed monk was shocked, and immediately wanted to inject spiritual power and start a defense.

But the attack of the cyan sword became stronger and stronger, and his spiritual power seemed to be gradually declining, staring at the immortal angry face of the blue-robed monk, the yellow-robed monk suddenly felt cold.

"Wu Feng, don't deceive people too much, do you really think that Li is weak and can be bullied?" The yellow-robed monk struggled to maintain the small gray shield.

"Less nonsense, hand over things, maybe it can give you a good time!"

"Dream, this thing is my family heirloom, how dare you give it to outsiders easily? You and I have a feud between the two families, it is hard to guarantee that I will not be drained of my soul and refined!"

"Haha, it's good to know, then don't hand over things obediently, save yourself hardship!"

Yan Wushuang looked at this scene in shock, sweat soaking through the back of his clothes. From the conversation between the two, it was learned that the blue-robed monk was called Wu Feng, and the yellow-robed monk was called Li Qun, and the two families seemed to have a feud, and at the same time, they were also for a treasure.

It's just that these are not important to Yan Wushuang, what matters is how to save his life.

In the face of Wu Feng's pressing step by step, Li Qun couldn't bear it anymore. With one hand manipulating the small gray shield, and the other hand patted the storage bag, and in an instant there was a bronze mini clock in his hand.

"**Bell!"

Wu Feng was shocked, ** Zhong is the treasure of the Li family, and it is said that it was refined by the ancestors of the Li family, and it is very powerful. **Zhong does not directly attack the enemy, but attacks the divine consciousness, the light of the divine consciousness is dim, the heavy is the divine consciousness is damaged, and even the soul is scattered.

"You, you actually have a ** bell?" Wu Feng shouted that it was not good, and his heart suddenly hesitated.

"Haha, of course! Although my Li family is declining day by day, the family elders treat me well! If it weren't for your desperate fight, why would I have to do this?" Li Qun said sadly, looking at the bronze clock in front of him with some confusion.

"Hmph, although the ** bell is powerful, it is just a high-grade magic weapon, with your cultivation, after driving this bell, how can you still have the power to fight?"

Li Qun's expression was solemn, and a series of tricks entered the ** bell. In a short time, the ** bell grew to three feet high, and the bell body was covered with complex patterns, which was extraordinary. "Hmph, even if I die, I will pull you back!"

"Hurry!"

Li Qun didn't say much, raised his hand to sacrifice the ** bell, and said something in his mouth. Wu Feng urged his spiritual power and propped up the defensive shield, wanting to add a trace of defensive ability to himself.

But the ** bell didn't give Wu Feng a chance at all, and before Wu Feng could stretch the defensive cover enough, he let out bursts of piercing bells.

"Ahh

Wu Feng screamed, and suddenly felt a splitting headache, and his divine consciousness seemed to be cut into countless pieces by some invisible blade. Yan Wushuang stood in place, but he was not injured, thinking that Li Qun ignored it in order to attack Wu Feng with all his strength.

"Wu Feng, I didn't want to make an enmity with you, but you just don't know what to do, ** Zhong tastes good, hahaha!" Li Qun saw that Wu Feng was gradually losing power, and his morale suddenly soared.

Because of Wu Feng's injury, the cyan sword also began to crumble, and gradually became unsupportable.

Wu Feng looked at Li Qun with a hideous face, and the spiritual power consumption of the two of them was about the same. But Li Qun, with the assistance of ** Zhong, actually had the upper hand.

"In that case, let's all die!"

Wu Feng took advantage of a trace of sobriety, extremely mobilized his true yuan, urged all his spiritual power, and rushed towards Li Qun quickly.

"Self-destructing?"

Li Qun was shocked, but his divine sense was limited, and he manipulated the gray shield and the ** bell at the same time, so he had no time to withdraw. In addition, Wu Feng's exercises are mainly based on retreat and rage, so he can't dodge!

"Bang!"

"Ah......h

The sound of explosions and screams came at the same time, and the surrounding aura became disordered. Yan Wushuang was also shocked dozens of meters away by the aftermath of the explosion.

Hmm, it's scary!

After struggling to stand up, Yan Wu probed into the place where the two-way explosion occurred, but found no trace of the two. He probed his dantian again and found that the strange ball of light had also disappeared without a trace.

"Whew, it's okay!"

With a sigh, Yan Wushuang walked over cautiously. After confirming that both of them disappeared, I was completely relieved!

Hey?

Yan Wushuang was surprised to find that there was nothing left of the place where the explosion occurred, except for a golden stone and a ** bell.

"Since this stone can be intact, it seems that it must be a treasure!" Thinking of Wu Feng's several treasures, Yan Wushuang concluded that it was this golden stone.

In addition, the ** bell was also lucky not to be damaged, but it lost its bronze brilliance, presumably caused by the impact of the power of the explosion.

**The bell is huge, although it is somewhat damaged, but it is not a problem for Yan Wushuang, who has a cornucopia. Just throw the ** bell into the cornucopia to decompose, you can get the raw materials, and then upgrade to the best, after finding the refining method, you can refine a more powerful ** bell in the future.

"Hahaha, they all say I'm the King of Rags, and I picked up something good this time!"

Yan Wushuang put away the gold and stone, threw the ** bell into the cornucopia, and after confirming that there was nothing, he hurried to Liuyunfang City.

Once bitten by a snake, he was afraid of the well rope for ten years. After this time, Yan Wushuang did not go to a remote place again, but chose a crowded avenue to move forward. I don't talk to anyone along the way, for fear of being targeted.

A few days later, Yan Wushuang came to Liuyunfang City.

This Liuyunfang is not big or small, and it is similar to a big city in later generations. But in Yan Wushuang's opinion, he was still shocked. Not to mention anything else, a small trading market is so big, how big should the Canghong Continent be?

"Stop, you have to hand over the introduction when you enter the market!"

Yan Wushuang swaggered to the entrance of the Fang Market, but was stopped by a monk who practiced qi at the fifth level.

"Introduction?what?"

The monk guarding the city looked at Yan Wushuang with disdain, and concluded in his heart that he was a poor casual cultivator with no money.

"It's a toll, a spirit stone!"

Yan Wushuang's face was embarrassed, if he wanted to talk about spirit stones, he really didn't have them. The offerings in the Taixu Gate were all taken by Fan Jian.

"Get out of the way if you don't have a spirit stone, don't get in the way here!" The monks guarding the city have seen countless scattered cultivators every year, and a poor and sour person like Yan Wushuang can see it at a glance.

Yan Wushuang secretly complained, the spirit stones that Cheng Huan gave him were used to buy items, and there would definitely not be more, or even less. What if I hand over the spirit stone and can't buy what Cheng Qi needs?

"Fellow Daoist, there is no spirit stone below, can this be used to hand over the introduction?" Yan Wushuang took out a piece of dark iron and handed it to the monk guarding the city.

This dark iron is obtained from the decomposition of a cornucopia, but Yan Wushuang has not yet had time to be promoted to the best.

The monk opened his mouth wide and looked incredulous. A small piece of ordinary dark iron the size of a palm can be sold for twenty lower-grade spirit stones.

Twenty lower-grade spirit stones, that's half a year's income for the monks guarding the city!

"But, yes, fellow Daoists, please come in!" The monk guarding the city happily put the dark iron into the storage bag, raised his hand, and a dazzling light curtain spread.

Yan Wushuang didn't say anything more, and walked into Liuyunfang!

"What a fool, give a guide and give a piece of dark iron?" The monk guarding the city looked at Yan Wushuang's back with a smile.

"Wow, Liuyunfang is really magnificent!"

Yan Wushuang scurried around in Liuyun Fang, blinking, like a stunned young man who had just entered the city!

Huh!

After walking a short distance, Yan Wushuang discovered the Hundred Treasure Pavilion. Before coming, Cheng Huan specially explained that he would go to Baibao Pavilion to buy the items on the list.

Yan Wushuang walked into the Hundred Treasure Pavilion and suddenly smelled a faint fragrance, which almost made him think about it.

"This fellow Daoist, what do you need to buy?" A fair-skinned, pink-clothed female cultivator came to meet her, but this female cultivator also had a three-level cultivation of qi.

"Here, you better take a look at the list!" Yan Wushuang directly handed the list to the pink-clothed nun.

"These are available in our store, and we need a total of 100 lower-grade spirit stones, it seems that Daoist friends are coming to our store for the first time, so let's give 95 lower-grade spirit stones!" said the pink-clothed nun with a smile.

Yan Wushuang took out the spirit stone given by Cheng Huan from the storage bag, and swept his senses: "Wow, no more, no less, exactly 95 pieces!"

No wonder Cheng Huan called me, it turned out to be to swallow those 5 spirit stones. This man is really a budgeter, and he knows that he can get a discount on his first visit, so he calls himself. Yan Wushuang smiled helplessly, Cheng Huan's calculation may be a common problem for all low-level monks.

After handing over the spirit stones, the pink-clothed nun quickly gathered the items listed in the list and handed them to Yan Wu's hands.

"What else do you need?"

The pink-clothed nun had a charming face, obviously treating Yan Wushuang as a big customer!

"Yes, how much do you think this can sell for?"